Don’t Let Go Or It’s Bingo

(I’m trying to move a heavy mattress down with the help of my mother. She’s at the bottom holding it while I’m at the top guiding it.)

Mom: “Be VERY careful.”

Me: “All right… OH, NO!”

(My grip on the mattress slips, and it slides down the stairs with my mom underneath it. The mattress smacks her right into the wall. I’m afraid mom’s hurt, but she just gets out from under the mattress and gets her purse.)

Mom: “That’s it.”

Me: “Where are you going?”

Mom: *near the front door* “I’m going to Bingo.”